Having Dinner At The Bar

Girl watching.
Letting my tongue chase the food around.
Letting the food chase my mouth around.
Thinking about this story I been working on
About a knight named Balcanard.
Then I'm looking at the credit card receipt
I apparently signed, in big blocky capital letters:
"NEEDS HORSE."

I order more wine.

Now the girls are watching me.
I close my eyes
and let that thought sink into my skin.
I take a deep slow inhale
inches from my meatloaf.
And my tongue finally chaches up to its prey.